I stumbled through my daily grind
Right up until midnight,
Then fell in bed without my prayers;
I knew it wasn’t right.
So tired I was; almost asleep,
But thoughts kept waking me,
To rise and pray a rosary
Upon my bended knees.
But my rosary beads were knotted
Around my head board rail,
And tired attempts to pull them down.
Ended to no avail
Our Lady knows how tired I am,
Was my last waking thought.
Should she want me to pray her beads
Then she’d untie the knot.
Then suddenly I heard a sound
As I began to snore,
My rosary beads unwound themselves
And fell upon the floor.
I quickly slid down to my knees,
A humbled, shameful heap,
And prayed our Lady’s rosary beads
In meditation deep.
Much later as I crawled in bed,
My rosary in my grip,
I shut my eyes and fell asleep;
Hail Marys on my lips.
Donna Sue Berry
July 9th, 2014